The morning light filtering into the room through the curtains revealed what time of day it was. Valerie groaned, opening her eyes and squinting slightly.
Her neck hurt like crazy; it reminded her of the position she'd been held in last night.
Last night.
It flitted through her memory—Raelyth's episode. The crashing objects, his feral growls, and a glimpse of golden hair she'd caught. Valerie wasn't sure if she'd really seen that or if she was just imagining it amid everything else that had been happening.
Her heart raced, thumping wildly against her ribcage. She stole a glance at the adjoining room, wondering whether he was inside at that moment. She wondered if this particular episode would be important enough for him to remember, or if it would be erased by the madness like the others.
